Hey! Wasn't the last chapter extremely predictable (they had to break up some time!) but those of you who noticed that like, BlueCottonCandy839, an awesome reviewer by the way, it was all a part of my master plan. You'll start to notice it by the end of the chapter… ta ta!

~GoGreen52

Chapter 21- Face to Face

-Annabeth POV-

He's gone.

He's really gone.

My face was red, with tears falling, and no sign of them stopping. I mean, I knew this whole thing was my fault. And it was something that I couldn't undo… I'd have to live with the guilt forever. And on top of that… who says Rachel won't take me out of the game anyways? The woman sees everything as a contest.

I guess she doesn't understand how Percy isn't a prize. He's much, much more than that. If anything, Rachel would be considered a prize... but when you think about it, she's more like the pointless thing you get when you lose.

She doesn't even deserve to be considered as a prize.

I've gotten calls from Thalia, Juniper, and even Nico. I knew Grover would be too busy hearing Percy's side of the story to not think of hearing mine, but I'm sure Juni would tell him about me too. She likes equality, so it would make sense if she did.

Yet, I don't think they will get my story anytime soon. I'm a wreck. It's my fault Percy's gone, and I don't deserve anything anymore. Percy had once described me as a second chance… I was his second chance to a life with his real family, and a second chance to the life he never had.

But I blew it.

Honestly, I don't even remember what was going through my head anyways. I knew I wasn't thinking logical, considering Rachel was going to pull something like that. Like I said before, she thinks of everything in life as a contest.

I guess I was just too bland and stupid to concept the fact that Percy actually didn't cheat on me. Now that I'm back to thinking logically, I know that it wasn't my ability to not see what was really going on clearly, but it was my own personal problems that drove him away.

Why do I know that? Because I always had this feeling nagging me in the back of the head about how I wasn't good enough for him. About how normal I am, how plain I am compared to the ever-so-great Percy Jackson. And countless articles in the magazines I've read have no problem being open about that.

And with the logic, of course I would have had those feelings locked up inside of me, and when I saw that picture… my worst nightmares came true. I was just another pawn of Percy Jackson's ultimate plan.

Even after hearing Percy deny it thousands of times.

How stupid is that?

-Percy POV-

It's over.

I never thought I'd have to deal with this, but Annabeth and I are over.

I honestly cannot believe what she did! Blaming me for a picture taken before we were even dating! And she knew about it! I don't know (or care) if I'm overreacting, but seriously. How could she do that to me? I thought our relationship was better than that?

But I guess I was wrong.

To get over it all, I was moving back to LA. Annabeth was really the only real reason why I wasn't going back to LA from the start, but now I know not to leave my mom in the dust like that. I'll be coming to visit her, and paying for her to fly out and visit me, more… but it's not like I did it before.

I guess that's one thing positive from my whole stay in New York. I have my mom back.

"Percy, it's time to go," Luke said, opening the door. He held it open for me, while I walked out. He did work for me, after all.

Luke was staying here for a few weeks, to tie up loose ends… who knows what that means. But, again, since he does work for me, he'll be bringing me to the airport. Athena and Ares were meeting me back in LA, and I made a mental note to be nicer to them… I guess I saw how much of a stereotype I was becoming.

"Okay, just one second," I told him, pretending to ignore the eye roll he gave me, but he nodded. I ran out to take one last look at the view. I decided to keep this penthouse though, to have when I come back here to see my mother. But I was bringing the personal belongings that I knew I would have to bring back with me.

I was actually pretty excited to get back to the culture of LA, and rid myself of what happened here in New York. But at the same time, I was nervous. I mean, who knows what's going to happen when I move back. I'm not sure what Nico and Grover are doing, moving back to LA, or staying here in New York, which I'm pretty sure Nico's doing, but I'll miss my friends if they decide to stay.

They're the only one's back in LA that actually know the real me. Not the egotistical jerk I was after I moved to LA for the first time. I guess New York has that effect on me… because it's a part of me.

"Percy. Come on, we have to go!" Luke yelled, pulling me out of my thoughts. I closed the curtains, turning this room black, and walked to the front door. "Ready?" he asked me. I could see a sense of regret on his face, but it disappeared quickly.

"Ready."

We walked out the door, and he helped me through the crowd of paparazzi.

"Percy! Is it true you and long time girlfriend are broken up?"

"Hey Jackson! Are you coming back for your girl?"

"Mr. Jackson, did you and Ms. Chase break up?"

"Percy! Is it true you and Rachel Elizabeth Dare getting back together?"

Ah. The sweet life of being a Star.

Not.

-Annabeth POV-

I heard a knock at the door.

"ANNABETH GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE AND ANSWER THE DOOR!"

Thalia. Great. I closed my eyes for a few more seconds, internally deciding if I should open the door or not. If I didn't, she'd probably have my head. And if I did, she would have my head too… but if I get the door It'll probably go by faster…

I made my decision to get the door, and well, got it. When I opened it, I saw a fuming Thalia, and a sad looking Juniper. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

My eyes were wide as I answered, "What?"

She pushed the door open even farther and let herself in. "Don't ask what you did! You as sure as hell know what you did!"

Juniper followed her, but more timid, and unsure of herself. She gave me an apologetic look, but I couldn't fully concept anything lately, and looked away. "You mean with Percy?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch. She nodded, her eyes still blazing.

"Of course I mean Percy. God, you two were inseparable… what the heck happened?" Thalia asked, her voice finally calming down to a mellow low.

"I was stupid," I mumbled. The others probably didn't hear. I guess that because I could barely hear what I said myself…

"What was that?" Thalia asked, becoming more… snappy.

"I was stupid, alright!"

The room was silent, no one bothering to say anything. Thalia's face was turning different colors, and Juniper was looking down, her mouth shut. And by the way it was shut, you might have thought it would be permanent.

After a few gruesome minutes, Thalia decided to speak, "Well, you shouldn't have been stupid." When I didn't answer, she continued. "Our boyfriends are moving back to LA with Percy because he suddenly decided to leave. Guess what Annabeth, you just ruined not only two lives, but a whopping six lives. Are you sure you're done being stupid now?"

What? I had no idea all the boys would leave to LA.

"They all left?" I asked, my voice small. It was like I was as small as a mouse, looking up at cats. Well, Juniper wasn't a cat in that case, but Thalia defiantly was… I was terrified of what she could do to me.

"Yes, they did. And Hun, it's your entire fault." I flinched at her words. It was all my fault. Why didn't I just think?

She got up, and walked out of the apartment. Juniper on the other hand, walked up to me. "Thalia's right Annabeth… you should have thought twice." What she did next shocked me. She slapped me.

Yeah. Juniper actually slapped me. Who knew she had it in her?

Then, following Thalia, she walked out. But… more reluctant.

At that moment, I knew I screwed my life up. For good.

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I had a bad feeling. You know, when your stomach goes into knots, and you feel like you're going to barf? Yeah, well that's what it felt like.

So, being the scared little fool I was, I wrote letters to my family and friends, well, ex friends, but you know, that's what I do… make people feel special inside. Hint: there was sarcasm there.

I wrote the letters, fearing what was going to happen. When I get bad feelings like this… nothing good happens. The last time was when Percy and I broke up. Yeah, at the time I wasn't sure what it was: the betrayal, which now I know there wasn't any, the broken heart, or the bad feeling. And right now, I have a feeling and it was the same as what happened when it all went down.

I wrote letters to everyone I could think of, starting with the person who changed me. Told me to live a little. And, it went down from there.

I wrote many apologies, especially that. I would probably use those letters to send to my friends, even if something bad doesn't happen, so I don't have to hear them yell back in my face… like I'm sure would happen. I'm sure they wouldn't even give me a chance to speak, so I guess letters would be the only way.

When I finished, I put them in my desk drawer, a place I knew anyone would find it. I knew someone was targeting me. I knew right at this second… they were coming to get me. Woman's intuition, you know?

But honestly I didn't care. I would get what I deserved. After what I did to my friends, to the people who took me in when life got tough, I knew I deserved the ultimate punishment:

Death.

But at the same time, I knew they would give a crap about what's going to happen. And they don't have to… I guess it just saddens me.

All of the sudden (not really unexpected) my front door broke open, and someone wearing a mask charged in.

"Hello Miss Chase. I missed you years ago, and now I finally found you."

The man took off his mask.

I was staring into the icy blue eyes of Luke Castellen… Percy's Agent.

"Why are you here?" I asked, praying it wasn't the reason I thought. Cheesy, I know, but he might jump out and say 'surprise!' but now… I don't think that applies for what's going on.

"To kill the last survivor. That's why."

He came at me, and I tried to fight back, but I didn't last long. He had me on the floor, and the gun pointed at me chest.

"Why Luke? Why after all these years?" I asked, crying in fear. Images of the murder flashed through my head, and I knew he was going to kill me. I mean, he already killed everyone else… why not me?

"Because you were the one I couldn't get. And now after all these years… I will finally get you."

I stopped crying. Instead, and stared him down, looking at him in the eyes. I wouldn't let him get the satisfaction that he would get if I was scared. I wouldn't- no, couldn't let him get that satisfaction. I owe it to my mother… to my friends.

"Fine. Kill me. But look me in the eyes when you do it."

He glared at me. "You're just like your mother, you know that?"

I smirked and nodded. I smiled down at me. "I did the same with her. She made me look in her eyes… that's how I knew who you where. Annabeth Chase, Daughter of Mrs. Athena Chase."

My eyes widened and he took the shot, and I let the sickly sweet darkness overcome me.

Oh. My. Goodness.

She's dead.

~GoGreen52